I know you miss me and you always want to do the right thing.
I know that you wonder how I am,
In the spaces in between.
I know everything you do is simply for us.
Together or seperate,
Just always enough,
When infatuations end and my tire blows out,
I will be the hitch that takes you home,
Through dynamite walls,
To the end of the pier,
Where the light shines dull,
Until it shines clear,
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